I went on vacation expecting to visit old friends, see my brother get married and bake in the sun. I did all that ā and watched my partner devour every lobster in three New England states.
I met Elizabeth about five years ago at a mostly gay party. She was a graduate nursing student who looked every inch the straight girl. It took hours along with alcohol for her to confess that she was involved with a woman for the first time in her life.
Iām appalled that Iād never heard of Gad Beck. Not only was he an important figure in LGBT history, he was a hoot. Until his recent death just shy of his 89th birthday, Beck was the last known gay Jewish survivor of the Holocaust.
āTis the season of ministerial ravings. The world has heard Pastor Sean Harris urge parents to punch effeminate sons, Pastor Charles Worley advocate putting gays in concentration camps and Pastor Curtis Knapp suggest the government kill gays.
News item: When two Canadian lesbians broke up in 2006 they divided all their assets, but forgot about the 13 tubes of sperm they had stored in a sperm bank. Later one of the women re-partnered and asked to use the leftover sperm, but her ex wanted it destroyed.
Iām Gay Marriage and Iām mad. Those alleged experts over at the Pew Research Center for the People & the Press ā and what a stupidly long name that is ā conducted a national survey to find out which issues matter most to voters and Iām certain the pollsters were drunk and the respondents were house pets.
The Olympic Games are a huge undertaking for any country that hosts them. So many things can go wrong, from terrorist attacks to ticket snafus. Organizers of this summerās London games are determined not to fail in one particular area: sensitivity.
The LGBT news in my part of the world has been good lately. Stunningly good. The governor of Washington mastered her qualms, the legislature mustered the votes and soon misters will be marrying misters in the Pacific Northwest.
Iām thinking of starting a new career. With the state of Washington on a path to legalize same-sex marriage, itās the right time here in the Evergreen State to get into the wedding invitation business. For a modest fee, I plan to offer specialized invitation text, suited just for the couple.
I give Jane Schmidt a world of credit. The Iowa high school student held her own in an exchange with Republican presidential candidate Michele Bachmann. At Schmidtās age, shaking a candidateās hand was enough to make me forget my name.
The National Enquirer claims in a Nov. 14 cover story that Chaz Bono will die within four years due to his gender transition. The corpse-to-be is perturbed. His lawyer sent a cease and desist letter to the tabloid, accusing it of defamation and demanding a printed retraction and apology.